My mind is an oubliette

Thank you Sir Don for challenging me...so here's my shot 😊.

She sighed deep and long, rubbing her temples a moment as she waited at the red light, which seemed to go on forever. Everything seemed to drag on the past couple days. All work and no play..and it did not suit her. "Two more days," she mumbled low to herself, finally turning left onto her street. Two more days of longing, waiting, and of growing impatience. He had been gone for over a week already and she was eager for his return. "Damn work keeping him away." Putting the car in park, she couldn't help but sigh again before getting out and heading inside their home. Never noticing a car parked across the street, a man smiling wide as he watched her disappear into the modest dwelling. 

Dropping her purse just inside the threshold, she slips out of her shoes, and heads upstairs. Her routine always the same, a quick shower after getting home. After getting the water just the right amount of heat, she strips her clothes, making sure to put them away properly. Always like he is watching. The heat feeling fantastic on her bare skin, she starts to lather up. Her mind going to her Sir. Oh how every part of her ached for him. His presence.  His loving smile and strong hand. She never even noticed one of her hands creeping down her leg, towards her already heated sex. Fingers oh so close....she yanks it away quickly, like being burnt. "Damn him!" She yells out. He gave her many instructions for his absence,  one being she wasn't allowed to touch herself until he said otherwise. Not one touch. She never wanted to disappoint him, so before her temptation got the best of her she finished up, making quick to get out. 

After drying herself off and wrapping up, she heads towards their bedroom. One hand holding her towel in place, the other on the knob turning, she barely got a foot down into the space before the voice spoke short and firm. "Drop it." She froze, her heart booming out of her chest. The room pitch black, but she could feel it. Like a pull from within. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Do I need to repeat myself?" The voice snapping her focus back, her soul knowing instantly who the voice belonged to. Her fingers letting go of the towel, hand dropping to her side as she stands naked, her pulse thumping hard. "On the bed, face down ass up." She's quick to obey, slinking across the room, onto the bed in a heartbeat. Her breaths quicken, as silence covers the room. The cool air on her exposed ass making goosebumps form on her skin. Still waiting. He finally steps closer,  slowly, just taking her in. Her beautiful submission catching his breath, every part of him wanting this delicate creature, and to own her. 

She almost hears it first, the first firm slap piercing the quiet. Then another, a gasp caught in her throat. He moves to the other side, reddening it to match the other, seeing how she squirmed just a bit. Trying so hard to sit still. He softly runs a hand over her ass, leaning to whisper in her ear, "Are you ready Princess? I'm just getting started with you." That sends a shock straight to her core, shivering. "Sit up," he instructs her. Raising up she finally sees him and she knows her eyes are smiling. She knew he was safe and home...AND that she was going to get used by her one. His hands roaming her body upward from her ass, around her stomach to her hardened nipples before giving them tug. One hand still gripping her breast the other to her neck, turning her back towards him. His lips meet hers, deep, then a small bite and tug. She notices a small glint in his eye, knowing he too was looking forward to this as much as her. Over a week was way too long to be apart. He grabs a set of leather cuffs, his voice firm in his command. "Arms behind you." She nods, obeying quickly as she wiggles just slightly on her heels, her cunt aching for him. He restrains her, before loosening his tie around his neck, pulling it off. Gazing at her deeply again, his need to take her growing, he takes his tie wrapping it across her eyes, blindfolding her. She wiggles again, this time he more than notices.

I will post the rest soon...real life calls.

Good morning fellow kinky folk 😊

Going to try to keep this short and sweet...so many of you have true talents that I have enjoyed throughly, mostly from the shadows. Your stories you share paint such erotic and beautiful pictures that it's hard not to smile or have to wiggle 🔥🔥🥵

So this monday, I challenge those of you who have an erotic story to share. Only requirement I have is to have fun!! I'm looking forward to what you all may come up with.

Blessings💜

Life has been a whirlwind, I'm trying my best to hold on before falling straight onto my ass. Some days are better than others, I can smile and laugh, feel genuinely happy. Others I can't get my chest to stop hurting,  my sorrow raining down. Constant thoughts of what ifs and how the hell to move on from losing Him. One of the thoughts plaguing my mind was my collar. I'm not a materialistic person but the thought of losing it was driving me crazy. The thing I cared most about that He gave me. I almost started to get obsessed with thinking I was going to lose it, dread setting in. Someone kind and thoughtful here told me something I needed to hear at a certain moment. "Treat yourself as He would have." I realized real quick that I have been doing the exact opposite while in my grief. Nothing He would have done for me. So, I'm picking myself up as best I can. I wanted my collar still, but since I wanted it safe too I decided to buy another. I was able to track it down and placed my order. I also wanted to keep it in something special, a symbol of us. It didn't take long, a crown jewelry box. Perfect. I never saw myself like He did, a princess. But it was so fitting because of that. I re collared myself with the new collar, same as the old but not. The original was given to me full of love and promise. The new one for remembrance and hope. I will always love my Sir, as long as I can have hope in one day being in His loving embrace. 

Love and peace to all 💕

I stirred awake, your warm breath on the back of my neck, causing the little hairs to tickle. Wiggling back against you just a little, I smile wide knowing how my little tease will be enough to get you going. Your arms tight around me, holding me safe and sound. I hear your soft growl in my ear. And that makes me shiver, all of me loving being in your presence. But then I hear it....a sound that makes me shiver completely differently. It starts soft, only to turn into a guttural wail. I sit straight up, covered with sweat and tears. The wail was my own, waking me from my bittersweet dreams. My one place I have left with you. 

It's been one week today. One soul crushing, heart breaking, mind numbing week. I knew something was wrong when 7am came and went without a "Good morning Princess." But I knew how tired you had been, thought maybe you had overslept,  then late for work. Then noon went by. At this time that feeling in the pit of my stomach was stronger, my mind screaming something isn't right. As always I tried to convince myself otherwise, came up with more reasons. I left work to come home and wrangle kids. Those hours I was itching...needing to call you. Needing to know what the hell was going on, as my tears of worry and fear became stronger.  Once I was able I called, no answer. Then a ring from a number I didn't know but was your state. My heart somehow sank lower,  my mind already racing. 

You left this world that morning. It came fast, I was told you weren't in pain. My soul knew it was true the moment I heard it, it had already been calling for yours. My heart broken by all we lost. Our forever. We worked so hard to be together, but life I guess has other plans. That makes me so angry I can't see straight. You were my everything,  that love that people wish for, long for. I was made for you. I don't know how to go on from here...nor do I want to. Your voice echoing in my head all day, me clinging to it like a lifeline. 

I will always love you Sir.  With all of me. I know I told you no matter what I wanted you in my Heaven... so please make my place at your feet waiting for me. You weren't just my Dom, but my lover, my friend, and a part of my soul. I will always be your Princess. 

Emotions run strong in this lifestyle, even more so if there is an additional relationship between those within the dynamic. More than just "kink". When chance lead me to meet my Sir, I couldn't ever imagine the high He could take me. The deep life altering love between us two. Sadly, we are still long distance but making the plans to be in person 24/7. Being long distance doesn't change how I feel, but rather how I handle being away from Him. Lately though my mind can't shake that somethings off. I know life throws us for loops from time to time but I feel it. Something different.  I just hope that I'm still His at the end.